The girl at the desk remembered the call. “Oh, funny looking fellow!” She laughed. “Came in here and asked to telephone the police, but he seemed real calm about it, you know? I remember because I thought he must be having a lark. He was dressed as Sherlock Holmes!”

“The obituaries? Why on earth would you want to know who sent in one of those? Seems pretty obvious, doesn’t it?” The boy a harried journalist sent to help us reminded us of Constable Crabtree in many ways: talkative, excitable, keen on his own ideas. “Can you just check?” Crabtree asked, frustrated. The boy made…

Ms. Herge, an imposing woman, informs us that Georgina is at work. “These days, a woman must work at least until she finds a suitable husband. At least she has a respectable position, not like some girls.”

“Yes, of course we have the complete works of Sherlock Holmes here,” the head librarian answered. “All fourteen volumes.” She showed us the card catalogue: “A Scandal in Bohemia” (June 1891)“The Red-Headed League” (August 1891)“A Case of Identity” (September 1891)“The Boscombe Valley Mystery” (October 1891)“The Five Orange Pips” (November 1891)“The Man with the Twisted Lip”…

We returned to the Hopkins house the next day to find Oscar Kingsley and Sebastian Moran knee-deep in Sunrise Pond and shouting at each other. “It’s impossible to search an entire bloody pond!” Moran shouted. “For a hundred thousand dollars, you’ll search all year or I’ll kill you myself!” Oscar shouted back. The Detective cleared…

Who is the man claiming to be Sherlock Holmes? Which specific item told the robbers where and when to strike? Which person posted the information in that item? What were the robbers after? Who is the real Moriarty/mastermind of this case? Where is the Star of Tarsus? Who did Moriarty have killed that got Sherlock…

Freddie was just as loud and red-haired as we remembered. “You need my help on this one? Honestly.” She huffed. “Solving a case is all about asking the right questions and analyzing the evidence.” She pulled a scrap of paper out of her desk drawer and scribbled down several ideas for us. Sherlock Holmes –…

Edward Hopkins’ home appeared to have been abandoned for some time. Crabtree lifted a worn sign that had fallen into the tall grass and stood it back upright in the dirt. Sunrise Pond it read, with an arrow pointing around back of the house. The porch beams had begun to rot, and the door had…

Lochlan Markle lived in a small house in the rural annex area and spoke with a thick Scottish accent. “They’ve recovered my box and what was in it is none of your business. Nosy good for nothin’ colonists.” He slammed the door in our faces.

Mr. Grady lived in a fine home in the east end, as befitted a provincial court judge. “I of course don’t keep any court documents at the bank,” he explained, looking bewildered. “That would be absurd. Our box contained some of my wife’s jewelery. I’m told it was all recovered, though we may switch banks…